Your imagination runs wild
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Sitting on the fence you call your home these days
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Better take care, you don't ask for help
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But some day you might need it
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And all the while the leaves turn brown
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Fall off the trees and are blown around
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Your feet there's no good pushing them away
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They'll always come back, just like the fears in your head
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Life, ain't what like it used to be
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Life, ain't what like it used to be
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So sit on your hands, rattle on your tongue
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It's a shaking head and sit back on your chair
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No good wishing it away, but move it all on
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Right back to haunt you
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And all the while the leaves turn brown
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Fall off the trees and are blown around
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Your feet there's no good pushing them away
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They'll always come back, come right back to haunt you
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Life, ain't what like it used to be
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Life, ain't what like it used to be
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Life, ain't what like it used to be
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Life, ain't what like it used to be
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Blow The Millennium, Blow
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| Catatonia |
